Host! I told you to do a task! I didn't tell you to bbb.

Looking at her tearful appearance, Fu Yanshen's sharpness faded slightly, replaced by a hint of pity that he himself was unaware of.

He raised his hand and gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips, the movement clumsily tender.

"Why are you crying?"

His voice softened slightly.

"What Fu Jingming can't give you, I can give you. The status you want, the respect you crave, I can grant you."

His dark eyes were fixed on her, with an unwavering certainty.

"Stay by my side, Liu Yunshu. I will show you what true love is."

Liu Yunshu stared at him blankly, her eyes blurred with tears, and his cold, hard features seemed to soften a little.

His gaze was so earnest and intense that it made her flustered heart waver slightly.

But when she thought of him as Fu Jingming's uncle and their taboo relationship, she suddenly came to her senses.

"no.……"

She shook her head vigorously, raised her hand to push away his warm palm, her voice trembling slightly.

"We can't do this... You're Fu Jingming's uncle, this is outrageous. Mr. Fu, please... let me go."

Fu Yanshen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his aura instantly plummeted to freezing point.

He stared at the clear resistance in her eyes, but his possessiveness burned like wildfire.

He loved her at that moment—pure yet alluring, stubborn yet wronged.

He wanted to keep her completely by his side, so that she could never escape again.

"Let you go?"

His deep, husky voice held a hidden fire within it, each word clear and distinct, etched into her ears.

"Liu Yunshu, from the moment you provoked me, you should have known that there is nothing I, Fu Yanshen, cannot get if I want it."

Before he finished speaking, he had already flipped over and trapped her beneath him.

His dark eyes surged with desire and possessiveness, his cold breath carrying a burning sensation as it brushed against her sensitive neck.

"Be good and stay by my side."

He whispered in her ear, his voice low but sharp, "Otherwise, I wouldn't mind making Fu Jingming pay the price."

Liu Yunshu's pupils shrank suddenly as she looked at the handsome face so close to her, feeling as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

She knew that Fu Yanshen never spoke falsehoods.

This man is the true controller; once you've set your sights on someone, there's nowhere to escape.

The panic was fleeting, quickly replaced by a rebellious stubbornness.

She suddenly looked up and stared straight into his unfathomable eyes.

Tears still clung to her eyelashes, but a broken yet alluring smile slowly curved her lips: "Uncle... are you threatening me?"

Her fingertips lightly touched his chest, seemingly unintentionally brushing against it, carrying a scorching heat, as if testing the boundaries of a flame.

"But I... hate being threatened the most."

Her voice was soft, but it held a subtle barb: "Whether you want me to stay or not depends on whether I... am willing."

Fu Yanshen's eyes grew even darker as he looked at the rebellious glint and subtle allure in her eyes, and his Adam's apple bobbed heavily.

He loved her prickly appearance and wanted to peel away all her defenses, making her willingly succumb to him.

Whether you like it or not is not up to you.

He leaned down and kissed her lips fiercely, swallowing all her unspoken words.

The kiss was irresistibly aggressive, hot and lingering.

The morning light outside the window gradually brightened, filtering in dappled patterns through the curtains.

The light fell upon the two figures, their bodies intertwined, filling the air with an ambiguous yet turbulent energy.

Just then, the phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated.

The three characters "Fu Jingming" kept flashing on the screen, like a cold light that suddenly shattered the idyllic atmosphere of the room.

Fu Yanshen's kiss stopped. He raised his head slightly, caught sight of the flickering name, and a cold smile curved his lips.

Liu Yunshu hurriedly tried to turn it off, but her fingertips trembled and she accidentally answered the call.

"Yunshu? Where did you go last night? Why didn't you reply to my messages all night?"

Fu Jingming's voice came from the other end, carrying obvious impatience and perfunctoriness.

In the background, Su Manli's gentle words could be faintly heard: "Aming, drink some warm water first, and speak slowly."

The voice was extremely faint, yet it was like a needle, precisely piercing Liu Yunshu's heart.

"Brother Jingming,"

She spoke, her voice slightly hoarse from the early morning, carrying a hint of lingering grievance.

"Are you and Sister Manli... together?"

There was a noticeable pause on the other end of the phone before Fu Jingming answered in a deliberately composed tone:

"What are you thinking? Manli hurt her hand last night, and I took her to the hospital and stayed by her side in the ward all night. I couldn't just leave her alone, could I?"

His voice grew increasingly assertive, even tinged with reproach.

"But what about you? Did you go out with Shen Qingqing last night? You didn't answer my calls or reply to my messages. Do you know how worried I was?"

"Are you worried about me?"

Liu Yunshu smiled very lightly, the last trace of moisture in her eyes instantly freezing into ice.

"Fu Jingming, when you stayed by Su Manli's bedside all night...did you even think of me for a single second?"

Fu Jingming was speechless for a moment.

In the background noise, Su Manli interjected at the opportune moment, her voice gentle and graceful:

"Sister Yunshu, I'm sorry... It's all my fault."

"If it weren't for my carelessness, Ah Ming wouldn't have been unable to stay with you. Don't blame him, I'll have him come find you right away..."

"Manli, you don't need to explain to her!" Fu Jingming's voice suddenly rose, his guilt turning into anger and embarrassment.

"Liu Yunshu, I think you're becoming more and more immature!"

"Manly was trying to comfort you, and you treat me like this? I haven't even settled the score with you for pushing her yesterday!"

Liu Yunshu's knuckles were white from gripping the phone, and her fingertips were icy cold.

"I pushed her? When did I push her! I didn't even say a word..."

"Alright!" Fu Jingming interrupted impatiently.

"I'm calling to let you know there's a family dinner at the old house tomorrow, and Grandpa specifically asked you to attend."

"You better behave yourself then, don't embarrass yourself in front of the elders and make things difficult for me."

Once again, he hung up the phone without waiting for her response.

The phone slipped from his palm and fell silently into the fluffy velvet comforter.

The coldness in Liu Yunshu's eyes had not yet solidified, but her eyelashes were already glistening with tiny, crystalline tears.

Fu Yanshen had been watching quietly until he reached out and casually twirled a soft strand of hair behind her ear.

He gazed at her as she struggled to hold back her tears, her stubbornness revealing a vulnerability beneath.

Like a camellia swaying in the wind and snow, both poignant and dazzling, it made the invading flame in his heart burn even brighter.

"Don't cry."

His fingertips brushed across the corners of her reddened eyes, the touch slightly cool, but his tone was forceful and uncompromising.

I don't like seeing you cry for others.

He looked at her with deep eyes, leaned close to her ear, and said, "I like it when I make you cry hard."

Liu Yunshu froze, her ear tips turning bright red as if they were about to bleed.

Fu Yanshen's voice was deep and hoarse, his hot breath brushing against my ear.

Those blunt and explicit words were like a fire, instantly igniting her entire body.

She abruptly turned her head away, avoiding his gaze, her eyelashes trembling violently, her fingertips clenching the silk quilt until it crumpled.

This man is so brazen! She really likes him!

Liu Yunshu's heart was pounding like a rabbit's, her cheeks were burning hot enough to iron silk, yet the stubbornness in her eyes refused to admit defeat.

She bit her lower lip, turned her face to glare at him, the redness at the corners of her eyes still lingering, like cherries soaked in wine, both pure and alluring.

"You...you scoundrel!"

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest transmitted through their skin, carrying a seductive power.

He raised his hand and pinched her chin, forcing her to turn back and look directly at him.

A dark undercurrent surged in his dark eyes, a coldness masking an unyielding heat: "A rogue?"

He traced the tips of his fingers on her reddened lips, the pressure deliberately suggestive.

"Who was it last night who held me tightly, calling out, 'Uncle, don't...stop'?"

"I don't!"

Liu Yunshu was so anxious that she almost burst into tears, but the scenes from last night kept flooding into her mind.

"I was drunk and out of my mind!"

"Yeah?"

Fu Yanshen raised an eyebrow, leaned closer, and his cold breath mixed with the scent of cedar and tobacco wafted onto her face.

"Should we try again while we're still sober?"

His fingertips slid down her waist, and he could feel the smoothness of her skin even through the silk quilt.

"Let me show you how beautifully I can make you cry when I'm sober."

Liu Yunshu shrank back in fright, instinctively trying to back away, but he held her waist firmly, making her unable to move.

Looking into Fu Yanshen's eyes, she felt a mix of panic and inexplicable trepidation, like prey being stalked by a wild beast.

This man is like a block of ice, but with a scorching core inside. Once you get close, you will be completely melted by him, leaving not even bones behind.

Just then, Liu Yunshu's phone rang again; it was Shen Qingqing calling.

Liu Yunshu answered the phone as if grasping at a straw, her voice still trembling: "Qingqing..."

"Yun Shu! Are you alright last night?!"

Shen Qingqing's voice was filled with burning anxiety.

"I wanted to follow him last night, but I was too scared to move by Fu Yanshen's gaze. You and him..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, the worry in the second half almost overflowing from the receiver.

"I'm fine."

Liu Yunshu subconsciously glanced at Fu Yanshen beside her.

The man was resting his forehead on his hand, his dark eyes fixed on her, his fingertips unconsciously stroking her waist.

His gaze was like a clinging vine, making her feel tense all over. "I'm... fine now."

"fine?"

Shen Qingqing raised her voice.

"Do you even know that Fu Yanshen is Fu Jingming's uncle?! If this gets out, the Fu family will be thrown into chaos!"

But then her tone shifted, her voice lowered, revealing barely concealed excitement:

"But seriously... Fu Yanshen is a thousand times better than that blind Fu Jingming!"

"His looks are off the charts, his skills are overwhelming, and most importantly, he seems incredibly protective of his own! If you actually go with him, it'll be the best revenge against Fu Jingming!"

She paused, then her tone became sly.

"Tell me quickly, last night... was it intense? Was it exhilarating?"